Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 235

Chapter 235 She And I Have Nothing To Do Wit…

“Understood–I’ll head right over.”

Eric ended the call swiftly and drove straight toward Maple Bay.

Visiting Quentin’s home wasn’t unusual, but this time felt strangely different.

Moments after pressing the bell, Quentin appeared in the doorway.

“Mr. Flynn.” Quentin stepped aside. “Please, come in.”

“Much appreciated.”

Giving Quentin a brief nod, Eric walked inside.

“I’ve been waiting,” Ernest said quietly from his seat on the couch.

“Ernest.” Eric acknowledged warmly before glancing around curiously. “What’s the reason for all this mystery?”

With visible effort, Ernest attempted to rise, prompting Eric to quickly retrieve the cane resting nearby. “Here

you go.”

“Thank you,” Ernest murmured, accepting the cane and studying Eric carefully. “Follow me upstairs.”

“Alright,” Eric said, though an unsettling feeling gripped him.

He followed Ernest upstairs.

Reaching the top, Ernest paused solemnly outside a particular room.

Eric’s confusion deepened. “What’s going on, Ernest?”

Ernest nodded. “There’s someone you need to meet.”

Taking a careful breath, Ernest twisted the knob, gently pushing the door open.

Eric peered cautiously inside.

Within the modestly sized room, things appeared slightly cluttered yet deliberately arranged–items lined neatly along the walls, leaving open floor space covered by a soft carpet.

At the center sat a young boy, around three, fully engrossed in stacking colorful blocks.

Stunned, Eric shot an astonished glance toward Ernest.

Before he could speak, Ernest quietly shut the door, careful not to disturb the boy’s focus.

“Ernest…?”

0.0%

ก

12:55

111

O

Shock clouded Eric’s face, a thousand unspoken questions tumbling through his mind, none finding their way

out clearly.

the child inside? What was he doing here at Quentin’s? Why had Ernest been so secretive, so

the boy possibly be

Ernest nodded with a faint smile. “Your guess is right. He’s mine.”

froze, his

could this be possible?

it hit

he had

turned out to be this child–and, Eric suspected, probably

as well.

vague suspicions flashed vividly into his mind, suddenly making perfect sense.

someone else, though she’d never found tangible

faced his brother directly.

the real question is, how do you intend

this to Linda?”

heavy with

reason you’re still

across Ernest’s handsome features, his expression inscrutable.

any of this to happen.

her now.”

that genuinely Ernest’s stance?

yet deep down, he trusted

finally asked softly, “Ernest, what’s the real

toward the

explain.”

“I’m listening.”

the car crash

unconscious, lingering helplessly in

never seemed entirely accidental.

for years. Unfortunately, their attempts had uncovered little, while official investigations had similarly yielded

now, Eric’s expression darkened sharply. “So they’re still out there, plotting

20.6%

O

12:55

O

<

And I Have Nothing To Do With Each

you?”

cold with determination. “It’s their bad

time to repay old grudges

for the child, Ernest assured Eric,

Eric’s perspective, he couldn’t fault Ernest entirely, but whether Linda

another matter.

blood; they couldn’t simply abandon him

to keep it from her

hesitated slightly before raising another delicate concern. “The

about his mother?”

no complication there.”

handsome face carefully devoid of emotion. “She means nothing to me

visibly softened Eric’s tense features upon hearing that

much was

hard. Linda just needs

situation had genuinely been accidental.

heart still belonged firmly to Linda–that much

his brows still shadowed with uncertainty. “Let’s

relieved that Joy was feeling

back at the dance studio, she stayed until her

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255